Crap...Here it Goes Again

I heard. "Duck and Cover" so I went to get a blanket and some sauce.

Look.

This is my hiding place. 

I hope you don't have a problem with it.

I hate this time of year. It is hot and miserable and at night it's loud and scary and it makes my ears hurt. I think it is cool and safe under this table. And in case of an earthquake I should be fine. Unless that fan right above me crashes here and squashes me like a bug.

Speaking of bugs. 

Since Chuck and my Momma had that new floor put down I never see crawly things to play with, unless I go in the garage, and then Sparky almost always gets them first, lucky guy.

And speaking of Sparky...just once I wish he would groom me. He is always bothering me to lick his head.

And Chuck better stop harping about that hat and his new underpants. I for one am very tired of the subject.

I have a cat visitor here and I am not sure how I feel about it. They named him (or her).....I am neutral so it doesn't matter to me...Boots.

I bet you didn't know neutral was politically correct cat for one that is spayed or castrated. 

Please do not say "Fixed."

We do not think there is anything fixed about it.

Can you imagine? What a silly thing to do they actually gave this interloper a name.

So now I must watch this Boots sneaking (like Gollum) around the backyard bird feeders like it was it's own drive-through diner.

I am not sure how I feel about that. 

I am conflicted...I have mixed emotions.

On the one paw I have overwhelming admiration for those of my species that are clever enough to live on their own.

On the other paw...

It's eating my entertainment.

I'm Steve the Cat.

I eat, I sleep, I poop in a box.